I'll kill you for dying

The Warlord closed his eyes, listening to the familiar voice of his General. Like Tamsyn before her, his advice meant something to the Warlord. His words held weight, and it almost seemed like he had grown in wisdom with his passing. Sirius was openly weeping now, the strength of the Warlord pouring out in the tears he would not shed so easily in front of the pack or the living. “I love you, Naiche. You were mine, you were a son to me. Your loyalty and strength is something to be greatly admired, and I hope to tell future generations of the wolf that had once stood at my side.” he promised past the tears. He would always wish it didn’t have to be this way. But Naiche was right, as well. He could not change the past. He was only glad that Naiche did not regret his time in the Armada.

“Of course I will, Naiche. Both of your children will always have a home by my hearth.” he whispered, guessing the wolf's last request - because would else would Sirius himself ask, if he was in Naiche’s shoes? And as for only one of the kids sharing Naiche’s blood - Sirius had always seem them both as blood children to both Naiche and Mojito, no matter the strange heritage of the two.


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